WHAT

[crush_ur_bonez]

WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT.

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[fast_illusion]

I must say, it doesn't suit you at all.

I do have highgrade, though, if you've somehow already drunk all of yours. (Which would be impressive, to say the least.)

[crush_ur_bonez]

No. No it doesn't.

And I think Arcee got a hold of my moonshine. She's been going on about my arm or something.

[fast_illusion]

You are in dire straits, then.

[crush_ur_bonez]

I can't tell if you want to drink with me because you feel sorry for me, if you think this is fraggin' hilarious, or if you're hoping you get so drunk you forget it's ME in the femme body.

[fast_illusion]

I doubt I could possibly get drunk enough for that last.

[crush_ur_bonez]

Oh, that's right, you don't care if I'm a femme or myself.

[fast_illusion]

Not every invitation for drinks is a proposition, you know.

[crush_ur_bonez]

...Have you looked at our track record lately? Primus, you're worse than I am.

[fast_illusion]

As though that were possible.

[crush_ur_bonez]

Ballerinabot, you're the one who focused on the last option, not me.

[fast_illusion]

The first is negligible and the second is so obvious that it's not worth mentioning.

[crush_ur_bonez]

Or there's the fourth option.

[fast_illusion]

Oh, go on, I know you're absolutely dying to.

[crush_ur_bonez]

Well, since you're practically a femme anyway, you probably know how to help me walk around in these Primus-forsaken heels.

[fast_illusion]

I am not, however, a femme and I will enjoy watching you totter around because you have the balance of a construction vehicle.

[crush_ur_bonez]

I'll have you know I only fell down ONCE in this body. So what if I've been mostly sitting since then.